Like you? [ Julie actually is the only one he knows who's learning defensive spells how she describes, between her balls of fire and lightning. Nearly everyone else he knows has had magic in their hands from the start, toyed with only a practical spell or two, or like him, they haven't bothered to put their time into studying it. ] Possible. I've yet to try.
[ The principle would be the same, he suspects. Casting Signs. He's just not found a cause to put that theory into practice. But more and more, he's turned the idea over in his head, that perhaps he could at least enhance what he already knows more deliberately.
He huffs, looking over at her. He nudges her back in turn. ] No, I lost finally that title last winter. [ He turns contemplative, studying the flower still in her hands. He's told few, in large part because it isn't relevant. But he knows why Julie's so intrigued about magic from other worlds. He doesn't mind sharing, really. It's different than those who hound him out of a morbid curiosity for what he is, like a live specimen. ]
My mother was a sorceress. The mages believe that's why I took to the initial Trial so well. They tried more on me. [ He doesn't realize that this is precisely what Julie was wondering about—though the answer isn't especially enlightening. He wasn't old enough for it to be said one way or another, if Visenna's magic had truly passed to him. But something about it seems to have made him different than the others. He wriggles his fingers, a wry note taking over. ] I didn't gain any unique abilities. I'm sure they were disappointed.
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[ The principle would be the same, he suspects. Casting Signs. He's just not found a cause to put that theory into practice. But more and more, he's turned the idea over in his head, that perhaps he could at least enhance what he already knows more deliberately.
He huffs, looking over at her. He nudges her back in turn. ] No, I lost finally that title last winter. [ He turns contemplative, studying the flower still in her hands. He's told few, in large part because it isn't relevant. But he knows why Julie's so intrigued about magic from other worlds. He doesn't mind sharing, really. It's different than those who hound him out of a morbid curiosity for what he is, like a live specimen. ]
My mother was a sorceress. The mages believe that's why I took to the initial Trial so well. They tried more on me. [ He doesn't realize that this is precisely what Julie was wondering about—though the answer isn't especially enlightening. He wasn't old enough for it to be said one way or another, if Visenna's magic had truly passed to him. But something about it seems to have made him different than the others. He wriggles his fingers, a wry note taking over. ] I didn't gain any unique abilities. I'm sure they were disappointed.